The crowd is on its impeccably-shod feet. One hand firmly clasping their fascinators. (For who would be without one?) And thoughts turn, automatically, to hampers.

The champagne is chilled, thanks to the perfectly turned-out staff. (Love the tails, would white gloves be too much? OK, scratch that.) The cork is popped and all the moreish, who-knew-they-had-those delicacies are cooed over.

While a car boot, particularly one belonging to a 1960s Jaguar would be a dream setting, we’ve cleverly tucked the whole experience into one, elegant ice bucket. 

Forget the carrot. This is a fitting reward for the stayers, for those on the fast track to success, and for those who come through at the finish.

Their cup will definitely be over-flowing.